Leo didn't give his students time to argue. He grabbed Thomas still on his knees and hyperventilating and physically hauled him toward the chamber's exit. "Move or die! Those are your options!"
They ran.****
The corridors leading out of the facility were nightmare fuel made manifest stone passages lined with cells that still held corpses, walls carved with symbols that hurt to look at directly, the lingering essence of countless deaths soaked into stone over what must have been centuries. But Leo drove his students forward with relentless urgency, his Master-ranked presence the only thing keeping their trauma-fractured discipline intact.
They burst from the facility's entrance into the open battlefield, and the scope of the dimensional disturbance became horrifyingly clear.
